A Lion lay asleep in the forest, his great head resting on his paws. Why, you have to fight hard for every bite you get. The Fox just as quickly jumped on the Goat's back and leaped from the tip of the Goat's horns out of the well. Your honor, he said, the case has now been pending for six weeks. Why do you do that? asked the Satyr. Thus it happened that the axe slipped and flew out of his hands into the pool. The Cock smiled as he buried his head in his feathers and went to sleep, for he had succeeded in outwitting a very crafty enemy.
The smaller the mind the greater the conceit.